I Really Don't Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss

Five seconds after the phone hung up, the president's office fell into a deathly silence.

Since the president's office was very quiet, Sheng Mingzhi's voice was not too low. Yao Shen, who had followed the content, also stiffened into a marble statue at this moment, and said that he had encountered the biggest crisis in his career.

Should he pretend not to hear it, or pretend he heard it.

Fortunately, Lu Jiayan didn't have time to trouble him right now.

Her mind was completely stunned by Sheng Mingzhi's divorce notice just now.

The threat of divorce was no stranger to him.

When he first got married, he went overseas, and in the itinerary reported by the assistant bodyguard in charge of protecting Sheng Mingzhi every day, Sheng Mingzhi talked about divorce three times.

At that time, he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

The relationship between Sheng Jia and Ming Chen is very close.

Divorce is not something that Sheng Mingzhi can leave at will.

Besides, three years ago...

Even after hearing Sheng Mingzhi talk about divorce three years ago, his heart didn't fluctuate much.

It's just not what it used to be.

Lu Jiayan never expected that when she heard Sheng Mingzhi mentioning the divorce, the irritability and panic in her heart had already exceeded her own cognition.

Lu Jiayan didn't even notice how ugly his face was at this moment.

Without even thinking about it, he called Sheng Mingzhi back. After four or five calls, the other party didn't answer, and the sixth one simply hung up.

Wechat and phone calls are treated the same.

Either don't reply, or just hang up.

Lu Jiayan persevered in beating more than a dozen, and felt relieved for some reason.

At least Sheng Mingzhi hasn't blackmailed him, so is it a blessing in misfortune?

He put down his phone, pinched the center of his brows, and said in a cold tone he had never had before: "Go and check. Who did Second Young Master meet today."

For no reason, how could Sheng Mingzhi bring up the old story again, and talk about divorce again?

His temper is indeed arrogant and self-indulgent, but it is not random hair without asking the reason.

Yao Shen's actions were quick, collecting Sheng Mingzhi's itinerary for the day in less than 10 minutes.

Seeing the conflict between him and Song Yi, Lu Jiayan frowned.

Lu Jiayan had heard about the Sheng family.

Yao Shen observed the words and expressions, and took advantage of the situation to talk about the hot-searched things between Song Yi and Lu Xiao.

No wonder Sheng Mingzhi was able to ask that question today, the matter of the marriage was indeed brought up by Sheng Xu, but not many people knew about it.

If Song Yi could know, it was probably also revealed by Lu Xiao.

After Lu Jiayan listened, his expression was sombre, and his tone was bad: "Go and tell Lu Xiao, I didn't let him let him go to cause trouble for my lover. Next time, I will let him pack up with Chen Yulei and go abroad."

Yao Shen lowered his head tremblingly: "Okay, Mr. Lu."

After warning Lu Xiao, Lu Jiayan still felt depressed.

Unspeakable irritability, seems to want to save something, but the matter has come to this point and there is nothing to do.

Seeing this, Yao Shen quickly asked, "Boss Lu, what about Song Yi's movie..."

Lu Jiayan said coldly: "Whether he likes to shoot or not, Sheng Jia will not participate in any investment in this movie."

This sentence is tantamount to cutting off the back of "Dear".

Sheng Jia has already said such things, who in the industry would dare to go against Sheng Jia and invest in a literary film that was already hit the market?

After Yao Shen wrote it down, he looked at Lu Jiayan again.

There are still two meetings tonight, but depending on the situation, Lu Jiayan probably has no mind to deal with it at all.

Sure enough, the next second, the boss said: "Go and follow Mingzhi, and see where he is going next."

In fact, Sheng Mingzhi didn't know where he was going.

If you just finished talking about the divorce, you will definitely not be able to go back to No. [-] Xishan.I can't go to a few places I usually live in. They are all given by Mr. Lu after marriage. Some of them have his name and some of Lu Jiayan's name written. They are regarded as joint property after marriage.

Wouldn't it make him look spineless if he went to live again?

After much deliberation, Sheng Mingzhi finally called Shen Ling and planned to stay at her house for a few days.

So, when Shen Ling opened the door, she saw such a Sheng Mingzhi.

The eye sockets were red, and there was an indescribable slump in his body, as if he had lost the ability to shine all of a sudden.

She was startled, and quickly dragged Sheng Mingzhi into the living room.

When we came, it was raining lightly in Yunjing.

Sheng Mingzhi's body was covered with rain and mist, and he looked so pitiful.

Like an abandoned puppy.

"What happened? Who messed with you, crying like this?" Shen Ling hurriedly applied ice to his eyes: "You must be swollen when you wake up tomorrow morning. You are still a star, why don't you have any sense of maintenance at all!"

It's a pity that her witticism was useless, and it made the already delicate atmosphere even more awkward.

Sheng Mingzhi wasn't in the mood to drink hot milk. Five minutes had passed since he entered the room before he said the first sentence: "I divorced Lu Jiayan."

Shen Ling paused for him to cover his face, and a storm arose in her heart: "Why do you suddenly want to divorce?"

It wasn't the first time Sheng Mingzhi complained to her about divorcing Lu Jiayan.

But this was the first time in such a state. Shen Ling knew him well and knew that this time was very serious.

Without any hesitation, the woman's sixth instinct suspected that it was related to Song Yi.

"Leave if you can't make it through." Sheng Mingzhi murmured.

"Isn't this a good time?" Shen Ling whispered, "And you said a few days ago that Lu Jiayan seemed to like you a little bit—"

As a result, her voice stopped abruptly the moment she saw Sheng Mingzhi's expression.

It's fine if you don't mention it.

When Sheng Mingzhi heard it again, grievances flooded up like a bank bursting, turning into tears, filling his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't want Shen Ling to see his expression.

His bangs slightly covered his eyes.

Just lowered his head, with a "click", tears hit the back of his hand, and then slowly slid down.

Shen Ling suddenly had nothing to say.

Silence spread in the living room.

Shen Ling hugged him after realizing it, and tried to comfort him: "Oh, it's okay. If you divorce, you will get a divorce. You are so handsome, don't you still worry about not being able to find a partner? Or like me, it's good to be single, let's raise fish together .Yes, yes, the quality of the fish in my fish pond is super high, and I will introduce one or two to you later!"

Seeing that Sheng Mingzhi didn't respond, she had no choice but to continue: "If you want to rest for a while, you can give up a tree, and look forward to a forest, how nice it is!"

After a while, Sheng Mingzhi said, "I know."

His voice choked up: "But those are not him."

After a long time, Sheng Mingzhi whispered, "I know what you said."

In this case, even if Shen Ling hadn't told him, he had said it to himself countless times.

Doesn't he know that people don't die without love?Don't you know he doesn't like yourself that much?Doesn't he know?

What to do if you know it, what to do after you understand these principles?

He still... likes him very much.

Sheng Mingzhi probably didn't want to cry too badly, and kept his head down all the time, unwilling to lift it up.

Shen Ling sat silently on the sofa, she was already shocked for a round, she didn't know when Sheng Mingzhi had real feelings for this plastic marriage!Should it be said that it was unexpected? I didn't expect Lu Jiayan's charm to be so great. Could it be that he is really a vixen?

She patted him on the back lightly, thinking wildly.

In my impression, Sheng Mingzhi is not a person who loves to cry.

Shen Ling has known him for ten years, and saw him cry twice in total.

The last time seemed to be when she was a freshman and a sophomore in high school, and Sheng Mingzhi had just returned from Beijing University's winter camp.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't entered the study state after returning from the winter vacation. For several days in a row, Sheng Mingzhi was absent-minded and had no energy.

In the end, he was in such a state that the teacher in charge came to talk to him, and even asked Sheng Mingzhi whether he had a puppy love.

Because of this matter, Shen Ling became the main suspect of Sheng Mingzhi's puppy love, and was taken to the Political and Education Office for questioning several times.

It lasted like this for a week, and Sheng Mingzhi once again looked out of the window as if emptying himself.

His face was very pale, and he had no blood. After just a few weeks of school, he had visibly thinned out to the naked eye, like a fragile porcelain vase, which would shatter when touched.

It made Shen Ling start to wonder if he was tortured by Beijing University's winter camp.

At this moment, a paper airplane flew by her ear and landed crookedly on Sheng Mingzhi's desk.

Shen Ling turned back with him.

Seeing Jiang Bie lying on the back table, he smiled and said, "Sheng Mingzhi, do you want to go skiing? I'll take you out to relax!"

That was the first time Sheng Mingzhi skipped class with Jiang Bie.

Shen Ling originally wanted to go too, but her dance competition was approaching, so she had to give up this plan regrettably.

The ski resort mentioned by Jiangbiekou is in the suburb of Yunjing, and it takes an hour and a half to drive there.

Because they were skipping class, neither of them dared to call the driver at home. They carried their schoolbags on their backs, took the subway first, and then transferred to the bus. It became white snow.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up and saw the gray sky, the cold wind picked up the snow and blew it straight on his face.

"It's not bad." Jiang Bie put his hips on his hips, wearing autumn school uniform under the winter school uniform, and summer school uniform under the autumn school uniform. The nearest mountain to Yunjing International Airport is also the highest mountain, and you can see every plane taking off."

He turned his head to look at Sheng Mingzhi, and said, "When I was a child, my mother lied to me that everyone on the plane could hear me standing on this mountain and speaking to the plane."

Sheng Mingzhi was taken aback for a moment, seemed a little disgusted, and said slowly: "These nonsense can only deceive you, an idiot."

He paused for a while, chatted with Jiang Bie, and took advantage of the situation: "What else did your mother say?"

Jiang Bie smiled, did not refute, and said relaxedly: "My mother also said."

He looked at the sky and exhaled white air, "Before loving someone, you must first learn to love yourself."

In an instant, the snow fell even more heavily.

It fell to the ground silently.

Jiang Bie shook his shoulders, and suddenly put his hand near his mouth, making a horn-like sound: "Hello—how are you—friends on the plane—can you hear—"

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly came back to his senses, caught off guard and felt ashamed.

Subconsciously looked around to see if there was anyone around, it was empty.

Yes, such a big snow.

It seems that only an idiot like Jiang Bie would come to ski in this kind of horrible weather.

Oh.

Now there are still people who have listened to his nonsense, idiot myself.

After he finished shouting, he encouraged Sheng Mingzhi: "You try it too."

Sheng Mingzhi felt very embarrassed: "No. It's so embarrassing."

"It's okay." Jiang Bie pushed him, "If something happens, just say your name is Jiang Bie."

As if inspired, Sheng Mingzhi felt that it was probably because his brain had a twitch at that time that he did such a mentally handicapped thing by accident.

He looked up at the sky, but didn't see any planes flying by.

Sheng Mingzhi paused for a moment, summoned up his courage, and imitated Jiang Bie and shouted: "How are you——"

It was as if a switch had been turned on.

The subsequent shouts gradually became smoother and smoother.

He had nothing to say, he just repeated over and over again to the snowy sky:

"Are you OK--"

"Are you OK--"

Then even he himself didn't notice his hoarseness.

Heavy snow fell on his cheeks, melted into water, and gradually covered his entire face.

Sheng Mingzhi exerted so much force that he staggered a few steps and almost fell into the snow.

He finally couldn't help it, and broke down crying with his hands on the ground.

—How are you, how will you be.

Will it be good to go abroad?

Will you take good care of yourself? Will you still remember me?

Those hidden names are secrets.

Those blazing calls to the mountains, all they heard were their own echoes.

The two did not succeed in skiing in the end.

In the afternoon, the snow fell harder and harder, and the visibility was as low as five meters.

Jiang Bie grabbed his arm and ran to a milk tea shop to hide from the snow.

Sheng Mingzhi was in a daze, Jiang Bie handed him a cup of hot cocoa, stuck it on his face, and made Sheng Mingzhi energetic.

"Do you want to write something?"

It was handed over with the milk tea, as well as a sticky note and a pen.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up following his line of sight, and found that the real wall of the milk tea shop was covered with wishes and messages from tourists.

Jiang Bie had already finished writing a sentence and pasted it on the wall. Sheng Mingzhi wanted to read it, but he quickly covered it up: "Don't hold back, I won't show it to you. Respect handsome guy's privacy."

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

Who wants to see your stuff?

Know everything with your toes.

With Jiang Bie's personality, most of what he writes is "add v to private your SpongeBob SquarePants WeChat" or something like that.

——Who wants to know what SpongeBob's WeChat is? !

Sheng Mingzhi poked his pen and looked at the heavy snow, hesitating for a moment.

Then he lowered his head and slowly wrote a line of small words on the sticky note.

In the twilight, their bad behavior of skipping classes was finally reported by the disciplinary committee.

The call came to Sheng Xu's mobile phone. He had just sent Lu Jiayan to the airport in the morning, and came to clean up the mess for Sheng Mingzhi in the afternoon.

When Sheng Mingzhi went down the mountain, he unfortunately developed a high fever.

Jiang Bie had no choice but to carry him on his back and walk down step by step.

Sheng Mingzhi had a dream all night, and when he woke up the next morning, his head was still dizzy.

Sitting on the bed for several seconds, his eyes gradually withdraw from the room.

Only then did I suddenly realize.

Oh, he's not at home.

The memory came back bit by bit.

Sheng Mingzhi remembered that she had beaten Song Yi severely last night, then quarreled with Lu Jiayan, and then ran to Shen Ling's house to stay at Shen Ling's house in embarrassment, and couldn't hold back her sad tears , Crying and crying tired, fell asleep.

He thought that the noise was so fierce last night.

It would be more reasonable for me to at least have a little insomnia.

Absolutely not.

I slept very well, and slept until dawn.

And getting up early in the morning, Sheng Mingzhi regretted it! !

The pictures of diamond luxury cars, villas and yachts appeared in front of his eyes, and the feeling of regret subtly strengthened a lot.

Sure enough, you can't quarrel at night when you quarrel. The buff of depression comes with it at night, and every little thing will be magnified countless times.

In fact, thinking about it now, he is not as angry as last night!

But the words spoken are like water poured out.

Sheng Mingzhi's mouth twitched when he remembered that he was going to divorce aggressively.

Pushing open the door, she saw that Shen Ling was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

It seemed that he was chatting with someone on WeChat, and when he saw him, he put away his phone like a guilty conscience.

Sheng Mingzhi glanced at her hesitantly: "What are you doing sneakily?"

Shen Ling laughed dryly, and said hastily: "Didn't you say you wanted a divorce last night? I'm contacting a lawyer for you!"

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

No need.

so positive.

Shen Ling pushed the computer in front of him.

Two graphs are displayed on the screen.

One picture shows a plain middle-aged man, wearing a more plain polo shirt, standing on a concrete road in the country, carrying a peeling briefcase.

Another picture is a row of elite lawyers with arms folded.

Shen Ling: "Choose a lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit for you."

Sheng Mingzhi: "..."

He stared at the computer screen for two seconds.

Then he pointed at the plain middle-aged man artificially: "Just him."

It looks like it can defeat the divorce lawsuit.jpg

Mr. Xiao Sheng has the chance to win.

Shen Ling paused: "Wow. Yes, it can be seen that you are determined to divorce Lu Jiayan. If you perform well, after the divorce, you can only go to see Lu Jiayan in prison."

Sheng Mingzhi: "???"

Suddenly there is a bad premonition.

Sheng Mingzhi spoke vigilantly, pointing at the middle-aged man: "What's his last name?"

Shen Ling sincerely said, "The surname is Luo."

……

……

"I didn't say I'm going to get a divorce now." Sheng Mingzhi tried to confuse the subject: "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

"Well then, it's up to you." Shen Ling glanced at the time: "I have a party today, so I'm leaving first. Get something to eat at home."

After finishing speaking, she ran faster than driving like a dog chasing her.

Sheng Mingzhi felt that her behavior was abnormally weird and inexplicable.

However, he was indeed a little hungry.

I didn't eat much yesterday, and I had a fight with Song Yi in the evening, and I was so full of anger that I didn't have the mood to eat.

Thinking of Lu Jiayan made her even angrier.

Teacher Xiao Sheng turned grief and anger into appetite, dug out two packs of snail noodles from the refrigerator, and put them all in the pot.

Ten minutes later, Sheng Mingzhi sat on the sofa with the pot in his hand, ready to start.

He turned on the TV and chose a funny variety show to make the deserted home more lively.

Just after a few mouthfuls, there was movement at the door.

Sheng Mingzhi thought it was Shen Ling who had left and returned, and probably forgot something, so he ignored it.

As a result, as soon as the door opened, it wasn't Shen Ling who came, but Lu Jiayan who was busy with the world.

Although the man was neatly dressed, he still looked tired.

As a result, just after he raised his eyes and saw Sheng Mingzhi, Lu Jiayan froze with the gesture of opening the door.

For some reason, he remembered Shen Ling's WeChat message he had received an hour ago - that was also the reason why he couldn't resist rushing over here.

Shen Ling: [Brother Lu, Mingzhi is really sad, can't eat, hasn't slept all night, haggard and pitiful. 】

Shen Ling: [It can be said that you are heartbroken, and you are still crying at home! 】

……

Lu Jiayan's gaze fell slowly, as if looking for evidence of "can't eat".

Sheng Mingzhi stopped the movement of the snail fans, stopped the "goose" laughter when watching variety shows, and stared at Lu Jiayan stiffly.

He was still wearing heavy home pajamas, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, his expression was blank, and there was still soup on the corner of his mouth.